The way I figure it, if Burger King can hijack "Big Rock Candy Mountain" to sell burgers, I can hijack it right back -- to speak to abuse of power, and remind a disenchanted world about just what sort of fantasy enchants the Redshirts.
More below the break.
One evening as freedom burned down and the coup’s hot fires were burning
Along came a band of Pubs who said boys, the times they sure are turning
You’re headin’ for a land that's far away from these liberal fountains
So come with me (or else!) and see the Grand Old Party Mountains
In the Grand Old Party Mountains there's a land that's fair and bright
Where all goodness comes from Bushes but you’ll sleep out every night
Where the markets are all empty but the sun shines every day
On the ‘burbs and the we and the taxcut trees
Where what liberals stay are now our slaves
In the Grand Old Party Mountains
In the Grand Old Party Mountains all the media know their place
And the police all are on the take and the Prez lies to your face
The suburb's schools are full of books and the cities’ full of ---t
Oh, you’re bound to go where you’ll never show
Any disrespect else you will get hit
In the Grand Old Party Mountains
In the Grand Old Party Mountains you’ll never get new socks
And the fetid slop we feed you comes complete with a pig trough
You’ll always have to tip their hat; if not you’ll be made blind
There's a lake of stew and power, too
Every last bit of it for the privileged few
In the Grand Old Party Mountains
In the Grand Old Party Mountains the hearts are made of coal
And you can lie all that you want -- soon as you sell your soul
There ain't no damn trial lawyers, no taxes, laws or courts
So you’re goin' to stay where you’ll slave all day
Where we shoot the jerks who won't be serfs
In the Grand Old Party Mountains
I'll see you all after freedom’s fall in the Grand Old Party Mountains